Through the fog of it all, my brain manages to form a coherent sentence. “Are you okay?” It’s a strained whisper at her ear.
Her hands move to the tops of my shoulders, and she nods. “Yes… yes, it’s so… Big.”
My hips move, slowly at first. The first thrust makes her cry out, a shaky whimper, and I hold still again, fighting every natural urge in my body.
“Still okay?” Lifting my head, I see her eyes are closed.
She nods. “I’m good… It’s good. Keep going.” Her golden-brown eyes open, and they’re heavy with lust, with longing.
“You sure?” I lean down to kiss those rosebud lips, her bottom lip bigger than the top.
“I’m sure. I want this… I want you.”
It’s all I need to hear. My arms go around her, gathering her to me as my hips rock harder, thrusting in and out, sating my consuming desire for her.
My eyes squeeze shut, but I feel it when she joins me. I feel her hips beginning to move, rocking in time, taking me in, meeting my thrusts with her own.
Releasing her from my embrace, I rise up to kiss her, to claim her mouth and stroke her tongue with mine.
She grasps my cheeks, kissing me back with equal fervor, and I’m lost to my orgasm. Thrusting again and again, I’m driven by how good she feels, so tight, so wet. My ass clenches, pleasure snakes up my thighs. It all centers where our bodies are joined. Sweat drips down my cheek, and I come with a loud groan, hard and long.
Holding deep inside her, I groan again as my dick pulses, as I fill the condom. I hold onto her as my anchor to this world. My mind is blank, and all I know is her and me sharing this experience. It’s incredible.
Gradually, the world starts to come back in focus. I’m breathing hard, and I blink my eyes open to see her smiling up at me. She rises up to kiss my neck, and I cup the back of her head, holding her to me. I wrap my other arm around her upper body, flattening her soft breasts against my chest.
I understand the concept of two becoming one in this moment. I feel like she’s become a part of me. I’m her first, but she’s my first virgin. I feel protective of her, like she belongs to me now, as fucked up as that might sound.
Something inside me clicks, and I’ll never let anything bad happen to her. I never want to let her go.
She starts to wiggle, and I loosen my grip. “I’d better get cleaned up. I might bleed all over your sheets.”
I want to say I don’t care. Then I realize these sheets actually belong to her—as does the bed. “Sorry.” I stand and help her to the bathroom. “Can I get you anything?”
“Make sure the bed’s not ruined. I didn’t even think to get a towel.”
She dashes to the bathroom, and I check the sheets—all clean. The frustration and anger in my chest have dissolved into contentment and calm. “Get out here so I can cuddle you and shower you with affection.”
The door opens, and she’s holding a towel, smiling up at me. “Are you making fun of me?”
Leaning my arm on the doorjamb above her head, I lean into a kiss, pulling her lips with mine. “Never. I want to hold you… and maybe do it again.”
“Ah…” She grins, stretching up to kiss me again. “That sounds more like it. You’re going to have to hold that thought. We’ve got to sleep tonight.”
She starts for the door, but I catch her waist. “Wait.”
A big smile is on her lips as she turns around to meet me. It fades into warmth, and she puts her palm against my cheek. “What is it?”
“I want you to stay with me. I’ll set the alarm early. I want to hold you tonight.”
Blinking several times, she nods, following me to the bed again. I crawl in first, lying on my back, and she climbs in, resting her cheek on my chest. I thread my fingers in her long hair, sliding my thumb along her soft shoulder. This is what heaven must be like.
Heaven is finding the thing you can’t live without and being able to hold it.
Hell is knowing you’ll have to let it go.
10
Noel
Taron is waiting in the kitchen while I finish putting on my makeup. I’ve chosen a peach eyelet sundress with an empire waist that stops mid-thigh to wear to the festival. This dress doesn’t allow for a bra, so I opted for no underwear as well. I get turned on every time my thighs swish together. I can’t wait for him to find out…
Leon informed us he’s taking Betsy to the festival, and he doesn’t need us to chaperone him. He has no idea he’d be the real chaperone going with Taron and me.
I’ve heard that old expression about taking the lid off the jar… or maybe it’s taking the genie out of the bottle? Either way, it applies a hundredfold to having sex with Taron.
We’ve spent the entire week barely able to keep our hands off each other. We only did it once Monday night, but by Wednesday, we’d done it a million more times.
I told him I’d started the pill, and he ditched the condoms. He said they all got tested at the start of basic, and he’s clean, which meant we’ve been sneaking around, doing it anywhere and everywhere.
We’ve had sex in his bed every night, in my bed twice, in the old red Chevy once, in the lake every day… The hottest time was when we were in the kitchen together, and I was cutting up peaches to make preserves.
I’d held up one of the blush-pink fruits and asked him what it reminded him of… Yes, I was being naughty, and when I saw the fire in his eyes, I dragged him into the pantry. He spun me to face the window, and I gripped the ledge while he flipped my skirt over my peachy ass.
Feeling him behind me, working to get his pants down made me hotter than asphalt in July, and my pussy was so wet, by the time he thrust into me, I was coming on his dick.
One hand slipped under my shirt, cupping and squeezing my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers. The other went between my legs, circling and massaging my clit, turning my knees to liquid.
I dropped my head back against his shoulder, losing myself in the sensations buzzing from the arches of my feet to the place where we came together.
He groaned and thrust so hard, I went up on my toes, at times leaving the ground, and the noise he made when he came vibrated in my bones. He pulsed deep within me, and his come mixed with my wetness was slippery on the back of my thighs.
From there, we took the three-wheeler down to the lake to clean up. Holding hands in the water, he told me he wasn’t sure what the future will look like now that we’ve found each other. I couldn’t tell him the feelings swirling in my chest and in my heart toward him. I was still afraid to even think them.
He’s my first love. He’s my first real kiss. He’s my first everything…
I don’t know how I’ll let him go in two days. I only know I’ll have to, and I don’t know what will happen after that.
When I walk into the kitchen tonight, I stop to take in his handsome form, standing in front of me in dark jeans and a short-sleeved polo.
He lets out a low whistle, and I pause in the doorway feeling self-conscious.
“You’re so beautiful.” His voice is hushed, and he walks slowly to where I stand.
My hair is styled in large curls cascading down my shoulder, and he leans down to kiss my cheek, taking a deep breath of my hair.